Absolutely. For instance, Shane claims that 98% of all the women in Canada want to have wild sex with him...and that the remaining 2% already have. That would make...let's see...2% of about 13 million women is...umm...?

How very nice for you. I very much hope that Barky was with you, for life without a trumpeter is dull, dingy, gray, and lacking in voie de vivre. In fact, a study by St. Dismas University showed quite clearly that the root cause of 97.4% of all suicides is a lack of trumpet (or cornet) music, and another 2% is caused by William Shatner's rendition of "Lucy In The Sky." The remainder is due to unknown causes.

A lovely weekend-- a long trek into Mexico to visit the dental surgeon and running around with visiting relatives, dinners here and there, theatre (the San Diego Rep production of "Doubt" is excellent.)

Tomorrow the Eye surgeon counsels me on the relative merits of blindness.

I beg your pardon sir! I do NOT live in a swamp! Yeah, the southeast corner of my property is a bit muggy, 55 acres of the 60 acres parcel that adjoins mine is considered wetland and can't legally be used for anything except hunting, and the county's currently doing some sort of monstrous drainage project on my neighbors' land. But, I repeat, I do NOT live in a swamp! I only live very damned near the swamp.

Bee-Dubya, you are special. There is no one like you, no one. No one else can do whatever it is you do, no one else wants to live in a swamp like you do. You were a special child and your education was special. After you were born the mold was broken and I'm sure that your parents, whoever they were, passed the Court Order on to you along with your birth certificate.

While I was in New York last week, they had a big windstorm here that apparently blew many random traces from all over out my yard. I was pretty worried and had spent the past several days scouring the neighborhood, looking for them in all my spare time, but I didn't see nary a one, nor did they come when I called.

This morning, though, the wind started up again, and now they are all back, every single one of them. Imagine that!

The wind also blew Gluon back up that wormhole in the old oak stump down by the ditch. Unfortunately, as soon as he emerged he was beset by three of the neighborhood cats, and had jump right back down that hole again. None of the cats followed. I got a good enough look at him to see there was still a bit of string attached to his collar. Other than the fact that he glowed with a weird purple aura, he seemed to be fine.

If she comes back, I recommend she play MOAB Random Darts with the page numbers up above. If her psychic Karma is in good nick she will soon understand the Entire Zeitgeist of the MOAB!! But you need a powerful karma capable of running over every dogma it sees.

I had no water for coffee this morning. Mains were frozen somewhere learing up to the flats. Had to go to ASDA to buy water for coffee. Too late. I now have coffee withdrawal headache which even Klatchian coffee would not ease.

Oh PHUG! What's the point. I won't be back.. I don't often have pointless BS to say that isn't at least fit in some way for other threads.

A nice tray of breakfast. I can't believe it's been over 15 hours since anyone checked in with you! What are they thinking of?

It just goes to show you that despite All their whinging about not letting you fall, they don't really care; not the way Stilly and I do. Or Janie. they just hang around because you give them free food and gas money.

I picked up a cup of coffee at a quik-fill the other day. I was on my way to a gig; wanted something so got the coffee and a donut. The donut was 76 cents. I got a 16 oz coffee (self serve from a carafe that probably wasn't very fresh). My bill?